SHAKESPEARE. 59

WILL (half'turning to the DARK LADY). " Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modewty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes ofE the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; 0, such a deed . . ."
STAOE-KEEPEB. " Makes marriajre vows . . ."
WILL. Silence! They're not i' the fashion . . .

" 0, such a deed

As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words ; heaven's face doth glow ;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With twistful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act."

ROBINSON. " Ay me, what act,

That roars so loud and thunders in the index ? '*
WILL. " Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two "—friends.

Break not in upon me—I care not for the words. The
counterfeit presentment of two friends whereof was one
that loved thee so well, so profoundly, that with his love
in thy heart thou mightst have plumbed all mysteries;
but him hast thou spurned away to follow that other—
a painted image, a gilded mockery, a lovely and hollow
eidolon, whose heart is a nest for the viper-brood of
treachery!

" What devil was't

That thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind ?
0 shame! where is thy blush ? .. . Proclaim no

shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason pandars will."

ROBINSON. " 0 Hamlet, speak no more :
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct."